This moment

Things have been too hectic. Many things happened and had to be dealt with. But gradually they get in order inside and outside myself, getting back to their original own positions. Things've got quiet. Did they really happen? It may have left all the foot prints in me but the past is gone and here it is no past. Here are just me and others at present with a trace of the imaginary past. This moment also passes with its foot print passing on to another present moment. Things go on like this, dead or alive.